howling soon

unlike the solitary wolf when

his howl is no longer heard
by the moon, the stars or the
sleeping owl whose diurnal trail
of forest wild flowers where 
it once laid its head upon
and no longer feels its warmth and breath

its prey no longer fears its

intrepid blue eyed stare
gawking, stalking, with its
canine pack whose absence is
now noticed from its herding place
where once it roamed and howled
at the stars of night

my canine friend, his curious
loving stare with dark brown eyes

lays his head upon my lap
while I stream the artful words
writ upon a leaf made from
a tree that once gave shelter
in the forest to his ancestry

unlike his ancester the wolf

whose absence is felt by the wind
and the moon, this human heart
shall ache, many tears will flow,
in the absence of his warmth
and his beating heart that has
been so loved and still
resting upon my lap

although still lying next to me

his moans of aging aches and pain
I feel deeply in my own bones
for soon in days to come
I must let his body rest
and free his soul to enter
into where love never sleeps
that ethereal nest

good day

My day begins with cravings

for the air, for the smells,
the sounds, the sunrise
that shares the sky

harkens to a calming soul

when all around, beyond
there’s noise of hate and war

observe the faces

of those near
and in their eyes
I see fear

they walk about

like zombie automatons
no say on if they
may live another day

all pray to their

God, Allah, their Ohm
for intervention
to keep their
earthly home

I wish this writ

to be a song of
blue streams where
flowers bloom
but all around
are tears, laments
of doom and gloom

but, this does not stop

or wane my cravings
for the fresh of a
new beginning
I shall look for that
embrace of love
and share with someone
my new day

I stand still

I stand still

                                                 a receptacle,

                          quiet, I hear

           leaves, they sigh

                                            white cottons dangling

   whistling in sync

                           to the music

of yore

                                                    they wave, so long,

    to the cold breath

                of yester-year

they heat their

                  feet in the

                             warmth of the sun

               

                                  rinse their sweat

                                             to the foliage below

                                                           without care

                                                of where it falls

                                      and who or what

                              may drink

                  knowing only that

          its done what it

was meant to do

 

                                                          I sit here quiet

                                                          wondering what

                                                          it is that I

                                                          must do

 

short soliloquy

I can hear you breathe

in the absence of light
and can see your smile
when you’re not here

we’ve tallied in our hearts

moments no one else doth know
secrets just for us alone
in Spring, Summer and
written in the snow

our whispers shared

when pressed against
each others warmth,
in our waning years
when memory no longer
serves us well,
we will remember this

read these words and

listen to my song, my love,
for when our two vessels can
no longer touch, our words
will, as a song, in the 'multiverse'
live on

empty cold

A single waxen figure

with molten base sits on a sill
reflection on the window pane
a tiny flame flickers in the dark of night
it waggles in a breeze that
has found an unseen cranny
between drywall and wooden frame

casting flailing shadows on the wall

that promenade as day light falls
and dances amidst the stars of night
with the tempo from  the candle light

a flaming arrow pierces

the black of sky as all sits still
and the eyes of nature
watches it race by

the solace and the solitude

gives rise to an emptiness of
a cold and vacuous night when
there's absence of a heart in
a living body or presence
of no soul

My friend, time

gathered in the palm of my hands

with a warm embrace
my friend,  time.

she looked at me

and I asked her if she’d
sit with me awhile

she smiled

we found this bench
overlooking the ocean blue

next to me she sat

we could have talked
about what was, what is
or what is to be

but we were entranced

by the suns cape and
roar of the sea

 the waves would rise

to touch the sky as the
ocean breeze played
underneath the Ospreys wings

 the sun then winked

as it lay its head
on the azure bed

soon then, the lunar

beams kissing the sea
and stars competing for space

looked down at time

asked if she was ready to go
she smiled
…let’s sit here
a little while longer

do you read me

tender is the thought

that my words, you’ve read
have touched your heart

 

 

that the spirit of my song

has held a wind on your wings

and you dance with me

 

 

that you judge me not

for the words I do not use

or those I do, are no less of skill

at writing songs than yours

 

 

I notice you dance

with many who sing to you

 synchronize your words,

not missing a step while

sharing  each other’s verse

 

 

I see the beauty of an azalea

as I do in a daisy

a rose is no more beautiful

than a tulip

a cardinal to a robin

a maple to an oak

 

 

embracing each other creates

a lovely painting

all smile at each other

with loving grace

 

 

for all

are beautiful

on this canvas

they all have a 'say'

 

 

Pray-tell

Oh pray-tell, what brings of this day,

a new nascence to my soul?

the new songs my friendly feathered

friends do sing about my window pane;

the wind  whistling  a Spring-like trend

a warm smile of the mother sun
in her yellow-gold apron delight,
earlier, doth arrive

pray-tell, of this also brings the wares,

the adornments of rainbow colors

sprinkled about the sleeping arboreal

and perennial cousins nesting at their feet;

 it brings the snorts and squeal of the cow moose,

the yawnings in the lions den,

the running of the salmon in the streams

 

pray-tell, will tiny heads pop up to peek

from their leaf covered terrestrial openings

where hibernation had taken place

and now it’s time to find blueberries

and acorns and grasses for roughage

then scurry to wrestle in the neighbors nest

pray-tell, this be the season of new borne

where the sounds of life abounds;

mountainous ravines have formed

where snow capped tops have morphed

into wild running rivers and the bear

has awaken to play to bathe and find

its meal

 pray-tell, all will cherish this new day

who walk along as lovers holding hands

barefoot in the grass and sand

music fills the air wher’st no room for anguish

and anger, graciousness showing to each other

the sounds of laughter, the sounds of care

pray-tell, pray-tell, pray-tell, tell me if you dare

the smile of Spring

soft and kind

the approaching breath

rearranges my being

my eyes see clearer

all of nature seems

to wear a sheen

smiles abound

I hear the hearts

they flutter with glee

although there is

pain and suffering

somewhere,  today

I bathe in it’s water

a freshness appears

In the eyes of Spring

bye, anger

Leave me, fly away

Anger

let me be with joy

a smile

it wishes

emote 

without you, Anger

go away 

you waste my time

I cannot see

when you stand

in front of me

you darken my heart

those around me

see you

 go away

I wish to choose

my friends

you are not my choice

Anger, you dwell on the past

you blind me

I cannot see before me

you cause much trouble

Anger

there’s no room for you

in my life

 ‘tat’ your face

upon my heart

ha! no room, it’s

filled  with love

so go away

let me be

be the demon

you wish to be

but not with me

Dance with me?

Destiny. a belief abounds

voices call it necessary

but not for me

my determinism is

my choice, I'm free

Like words on this page

that arise spontaneously

and I choose

to write them down

as I see them

In lieu of the chaos

sometimes desiring anarchy,

the richness of synchrony

and mellifluousness of harmony

ascends upon me

I choose to think of Love

of music and poetry

of those things that

have made men smile

and women dance

gently take my hand

lets sing the words we all know

remind ourselves we are one

give and share of oneself

let us dance

the kiss

shadows fall

cast down by this fiery ball

it unfurls its will upon it all

small big short or tall

It remembers when first

the rock billowed upon its path

kept it at a distance

grasping it with gaseous tips

It kissed the rock upon its lips

gave it warmth and asked its

lunar kin to brighten the night

and from the melted ice of space

to crest and ebb the tide

if it came too close

it pushed it away

cooled in the dark of space

and while it slept

borne fauna and flora

then  the human race

have there been other kisses

given in the vastness of space

and if we slight this embrace

will all be lost to chaos

never again to be kissed

don't walk away

glittering speckled flakes
falling from my face
in the sun they glisten
in the night they’re unseen

in the daylight

I turn away so
no one sees my face

at night I stand still
in the dark
breathing quietly
if at all

alone, I strum my guitar

of lamenting strings
verses floating on a puddle
of tears at my feet
some may listen to my song
but then, all walk away

I listen every morning
to my only friends

nesting upon
their arboreal lair

they never walk away

although, they can fly free
but always they come back
to greet me the next day

you tease me

you tease my desires
my lust
like a stallion running wild and free

if you wish
you can cradle me tight
slow my heart rate
with your warmth

have me,
tell me what you desire
can I taste you
as if a caramel ice cream cone

we set our time
to the stars and moon
awaken only by
the songbirds at noon

and as we part
you wear my cologne
I, your perfume

once again my mane
impetuous and wild
in the wind

I'm 'baaack'

I saunter about on an unheralded path
disheveled with  gruff on my face
the presence of apathy
a battle with dormancy
the mind travels on a path of despair

 I listen to the Montoya or Segovia strings
the writ of word by friends
attend  to whay they say
words that decry their pain
embrace the joy of their choired voices
and so it pulls me out
from a daunting abyss

 computer  has taken a dump . we' ll be back soon :-(

cupid's arrow

when the wind blows hard
I turn my back to it

if the sun shines too bright
I cover my eyes

the rains come down in torrents
I take shelter

when the chill becomes cold
I protect myself in wrappings

but 

your breath can whisper its warmth
upon my neck

your eyes can glitter
the reflection of the moon and stars

your tears can rain upon
my shoulder

your arms can hold me
never too tight

of you my Love
I can never get enough

Time: para mi amiga

Time; it affords us space
to become, but it is cruel
when little to none
is provided
seemingly without care

it’s given me
fond memories,
allows this moment
and maybe tomorrow

it erodes my youth
of hours and days,
gives them to my past
now more for then
than before me

I do not lament
my stay but I do
for those who
have been given little
as victims
of time

I do resent, though,
that all I know,
I’ve seen and loved
may no longer be,
that which is me

this may seem selfish,
forgive me if you might,
but it is because
I will miss thee

my eyes
no longer to behold
the pleasure of you
when I’ve lost my request
for time

blue bird

Oh blue bird sing to me
the song, you know,
the one that tells us
of how you see us
from above

sing to us sweet, sweet
blue bird of how
beautiful tree tops look
how you must squeeze between
the clouds, the sky and mountain tops

chant the song
where rivers flow
and the moon beams
kiss the sea

tell us how the sun
unveils the day
for our kind to play

but, oh sweet blue bird
remind us if we
don’t take care of
what your eyes see
we will not hear
you sing your verse
your song

oh sweet, sweet
blue feathered friend
thank you for that song
you sang for us today

I cry, my tears

my demon sometimes is unmasked
from the hell where some thoughts reside

they ascend in raging flames
about the things I've seen
those that I have caused

I cry out in a vexing voice
those that are near me
wince in disbelief

I’ve tried so hard to control
their guttural escape in cries
they come out
in projectile screams

my tears disperse
like untamed streams

my heart bursts
in arrhythmic pains
and no ones arms
can mitigate or assuage
my sorrowful moans
that arise from within

I cry for them
for you
for me

forgive me if I lie here
in my fetal form
it will pass soon
and I’ll be free again

just hold me
tell me that you love me

I deserve it

don’t I